I want to feel you from the inside.

It’s true. Every so often, I check in with these blogs maintained by these two gay porn stars who also happen to be boyfriends. (Even though I shouldn’t, because this stuff is far from safe for work, and that’s where I do all of my surfing). I can’t even remember who turned me on to them at this point, and I haven’t seen any of their, um, work, but something keeps me coming back and reading them even when they discuss such fascinating subjects as moving into and furnishing a new apartment. (I know, we all put some serious snoozefests out there every now and then.) What can I say, it’s mostly pretty compelling reading. And every so often, amidst the accounts of group sex and porn industry goings-on, you come across something like this:

I don't have the patience to focus my energy into one thing, which is why I never get anything accomplished. I want to write, design, dance, film, produce, draw, style, cook, sew, carve, saw, stitch... but in wanting to do everything... I mostly just do nothing.

Shit. Sounds like just about every guy my age that I know. Me included. Holy crap, are porn stars actual human beings???

And then this, posted by his boyfriend:

It took such a bizarre series of events (and quite a lot of porn) to bring me here, to end years of depression and loneliness and to get me to a place where I finally feel like I belong... No one could have planned for that, it just...Happened. Thank God for that, for all of it.

Again, holy crap. Lines I, and so many people I know, could easily have written. And though I didn’t take the porn route (um yeah, wouldn’t have been a possibility for me, even if I wanted to), sounds like we’ve all traveled some of the same roads and wound up in the same fucking neighborhood.